25th Blog

                It has been nearly 5 month since I started writing in this blog Forever and Ever, I must say that I have become a better person while writing each and every blog in this space. I have grown as a person, I have known a lot about people and their shades, I have known about how not to write a blog, I have known about people who stay by my side when I need them the most and also I have come to know how stupid I am, how bad I could act at times, how small I am compared to this magnum opus universe. Writing here has been my dream and I have been living my dream to my fullest, when I seen people reading my stuff from all over the world I feel elated, when I receive appreciated I have no words to explain my feelings.

                 I am sort of person who tries to write his down feelings onto a white A-4 sheet rather than calling a friend and pouring with him, though I have to admit that I don't have anyone like a 4 a.m friend whom I could call and get life changing advises, maybe it's because I have never been a 4 a.m friend to anyone. (If anyone calls me at 4 a.m , I'm sure that I would prefer to turn off my mobile and enjoy my sleep for few  more hours). For me, writing has always been to go-to option whenever I'm sad that's why you could see lot of my blog with heavy content, I prefer to write when I am sad, infact I write to be happy, writing always changes me from wearing a sad mask to happy mask.

                Everyone in this world wants to be happy, happy in their own ways. Maybe everyone have their own definition for the word happiness which they feel suits them the most, for a beggar- 3 meals a day is happiness, for a multi-billionaire; signing up a new project for millions is happiness, everyone has different set of thought that could make them happy and I have my own definition too; to keep writing.
               There are times I write stuff which are boring, out-dated and there are times that I could bring some spark in the readers. No one in this world wants criticism, maybe I am the sort of person who don't like criticism (maybe I am too young to accept that). Criticism is fair only when you receive it from person who are eligible to criticize but when it comes from person who doesn't know a fuck about anything then it's better you fuck them off your life. It's a sin to keep holding on to people who try to pull you down.  

               Sometimes it's good enough to look stupid to someone, trying to prove yourself not a stupid with a stupid makes you look ever more stupid. One of the most frequent questions that I encounter is "Why the hell you write?", sometimes in life the answers can be a question too, I reply in my mind, "Why not?". Often I make lot of grammatical mistakes, spelling mistakes, and all other mistakes though I check them thoroughly before I could publish, but sometimes things like that happens, there are several cases where my friends struggle to type an e-mail, but since I know the mistakes that I do, I correct hem. Life is just like that, Humans make mistakes and it's in their blood so it doesn't sound odd when someone says, "You are wrong", accept it and move ahead rather than holding on your mistake. Someday, somewhere the person who said you were wrong would be wrong and you would be there to correct him. 

                 This blog is the mark where I can proudly say, no-matter how many chopped my confidence when I started, how many laughed during my post, how many thought that I'm wasting my time, how many pointed their fingers at me to show an example of Idiot, how many thought that I have gone nuts; I crossed each and every one of you and your thoughts; I still stuck with what I thought I was good at and continued to do it. 

                  A big thank you for everyone for staying there beside me, for helping me in each and every blog, for giving me those wonderful moments in my life which inspired me to write. Friends are my best part of life, without you I would have never taken my pen and started to write. My brother for always being the inspiration I looked for. 

                      I completed writing the 25th blog, I went for walk in the park. I saw a small baby holding on to his walker and trying to walk along with it. Suddenly he lost his grip and he lost his balance, he began to wobble and finally fell on the ground. His mom came rushing beside him. The baby kept a face as-if he was about to cry but he din't. Before his mom could pick him up, he got up and held his walker ever firmer and walked.

                     Being bruised is not a shame unless you stop doing.
                     More to write in days to come.